paroles de chanson Exit Through the Beat Drop - Jizockk

I′ve been on this wave all got damn morning from last night (Oh)
Tryna stay awake but I can't open up my eyes (You)
Try to splash some water on my face but that was slight (No)
Ain′t got no time to waste I gotta catch an early flight (Ooh)

You gotta wake up homie
And get your cake up homie
You grab your bags you grab your phone you out the door
You're on your way up homie
And don't you wait up only
A rolling stone you live your life out on the road

Moving cross the country for my motherfucking job
Off of music making money it just bought my ass a car
Riding through your city they be knowing who we are
Only thing I am a roadie I am not the superstar
I gotta create it, mixing palette
Until I′m a master or manifestation
I don′t like to say shit
I poet I sonically paint it
With various colors, of timbre
Aside from the colors of hues
Portraying the sound of my views

Far and wide I've been
All the sights I′ve seen
Nothing quite like, the views when I
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Often times I dream
Awesome It might be
If life was more like, the hues when I'm
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Everyday another state another place I′m calling home
Not too different from the way that I've been living all along
Ain′t got no reservations tell Bourdain to put me on
Like I'm living out the travel channel cameras never on
Now I'm setting up the stage and props it′s gon′ be live
Tell the bouncer hold the door we ain't gon′ open up 'til nine
A yo DJ turn it up but hold up let me check the mics
While I′m standing on the stage I tend to think and close my eyes
I imagine the energy when the venue's capacity
Say my verses so perfect and hear ′em sing 'em right back to me
Now it's back to reality roles reversed ′cause I′m actually
Watching them pursue their happiness while I do the opposite
Documenting the craft, at least I still can do that
Vicariously study art of live performance with raps
Should I let it all go or should I try to get back
I merely follow the path, the lord is holding the map

Far and wide I've been
All the sights I′ve seen
Nothing quite like, the views when I
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Often times I dream
Awesome It might be
If life was more like, the hues when I'm
Tuned in the that beat

More than just a hobby this is how I live my life
With a little bit of music and finessing on the side
Finally got connections gotta show ′em why I'm fye
But I cannot sell the Portrait if the canvas still all white

Gotta put your time in homie
And keep on grindin′ homie
You come so far it ain't no way you stopping now
You can't be silent homie you gotta chime in only
Matter of time until your breaking underground

They say that time is the essence but if my prime not the present
I can′t rewind or reset it I promised never regretting
I got a chip on my shoulder I tend to taunt me reflection
Why do I constantly stress over inconsistent progression
Let that be a lesson, but still I′m hard headed
If I'm not gettin′ the picture I should be making a record
Taking the pressure, creating a blessing
I'm painting I′m venting, through the beat I'ma exit
Uh uh through the beat I′ma exit
I'm taking the pressure and creating a blessing uh-uh-uh
Through the beat I'ma exit
Through the beat I′ma exit and I

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